When I was in the second year of elementary school, my essay was chosen for the school newspaper. One or two students from each grade were chosen to be featured, and I was one of them.
If only my handwriting was good in Japanese, I had the experience of being told that my grade was a 5 on a 5-point scale by a teacher, but my grade was lowered to a 3 because of the artistry of my handwriting.
Even though I wasn't even asked for it in the third year of elementary school, I created an original fairy tale, which was delivered to my homeroom teacher through a friend, received great acclaim, and was published in class.
It's been so long since I came to NZ that I don't think anyone remembers it, but I once had a series of essays published in a locally published Japanese magazine for about a year.
Even after the series ended, the Japanese company I worked for at the time used to subscribe to a newspaper from Japan, and I have submitted it to the reader submission page, which has been accepted many times.
I had several bath towels at home with the name of a certain newspaper embossed on them as a reward.
Nowadays, I sometimes receive manuscript fees for contributing to Japanese real estate magazines.
Yes, I’m a decent writer. That’s why it shouldn’t be a matter of blogging every day. That’s what I’m saying to myself on the evening of the 5th day of consecutive posts.
